The Falcon's Retribution

The command fortress of Castello di San Corvo was operating at maximum wartime mobilization as the dawn broke in a shroud of dark, bruised storm clouds over the Ionian Sea. In the vast subterranean war room, fifty armed enforcers, tactical maritime pilots, and signals intelligence analysts stood in rigid, disciplined silence around the illuminated holographic mapping table. Every face in the room was grim, carved from the same hard volcanic…